It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick aroundCreate in my own image like a godI'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my graveAnd keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod

Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone drooling on his shirtSome senile old fart playing in the dirtIt might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on toSomething better than rage, pain, anger, and hurt

[1] She is 16.[2] The fellow in question is not a manager, he's working the counter.

It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick aroundCreate in my own image like a godI'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my graveAnd keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod

Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone drooling on his shirtSome senile old fart playing in the dirtIt might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on toSomething better than rage, pain, anger, and hurt

[1] She is 16.[2] The fellow in question is not a manager, he's working the counter.